Still Burning For You

 

 

wrists tingle

and predisposition melts away

usually blown off

until something easier comes along

and steals my soul searching

every

single

time

until now

I have to feel it

everyday I’m reminded of the chasm

the wounds clotted but always bleeding

because I myself couldn’t let go

picking and eating

the waste of my youth

the blood of your choosing

to deny me the freedom

tastes ever so sweeter

and then melting my tongue

when I finally accept

that I was defeated

my own self worth

believing I could do no better

saw me murder and bury

the promised land I deserved

now I sit before it once more

again given the chance

I prayed for redemption

and someone listened

shocked at the mercy

ashamed I needed it

and empowered by the fate

I can have at last